What a Week, Ashlynn UpdateJust a warning, I have a couple of pictures in here. And they do look pretty gruesome. So if you’re a queasy one, I don’t suggest continuing.
This has been a hard week, probably one of the most emotional weeks I’ve had as a mother. While my head completely understands that this wasn’t my fault, my heart is having a harder time comprehending it. And every time we went in for a dressing change, it was a plummet straight into the pit of guilt.
During the day, you’d never know that Ashlynn had such a severe burn. I’m sure that staying busy and playing with her brother and sisters kept her mind off her hand. We were able to maintain her pain with alternating doses of infants’ tylenol and ibuprufon. However, that first night was another story and she woke up whimpering and crying about 5-6 times. It broke my heart. And we got very little sleep that night.
At her dressing change the next day, the doctor prescribed us something stronger for nighttime and that made all the difference in the world! I only give it to her at night, and right before a dressing change, otherwise she doesn’t need it.
Thankfully I was warned that the first 24-48 hours after a burn was when her hand would look the worst. And yet, even though I knew this, I was still unprepared for her dressing changes. The 2nd day wasn’t too bad, the only difference being that the blister had doubled in size from the day before. I wish I’d gotten a picture of just how big it got because I couldn’t believe something could be that size without popping.
But it was Thursday’s dressing change that destroyed me. I really think that dressing change traumatized me more than the actual burn. It was pretty clear as we got to the bottom layers of her dressing that the blister had popped on its own. The gauze was soaked through. I was horrified when it was completely unwrapped and I laid eyes on it for the first time.
|48 hours after the burn, the main blister popped on its own. You can see some of the blisters on the pads of her fingers in this picture.|
I drowned my sorrows in ChicFilA fries and fry sauce, while crying to Mom over the phone in the parking lot. Yeah. Thursday sucked.
Today’s dressing was hard, but the doctor is greatly encouraged by her progress. The skin and blister is looking just as it should, and they’ve now turned over dressing changes to me. Yay me. (Heavy on the sarcasm there.) And while it looks 10x better today, I think it bothered her more today. She was extra whiney and fussy, even trying to scratch at it with her left hand. At one point, she even brought it up to her mouth and tried gnawing on it. Poor girl.
|72 hours after the burn. This is still disgusting but a huge improvement in just 24 hours. Do you see the blister on her thumb? Sigh. It breaks my heart.|
The doctors have said it should be completely healed in 2 weeks, with very red skin for several months. All I know is that I’m ready for this week to be over.